Poem written in my original language (Romanian). 
TRANSLATION: 

"Um... it doesn't rhyme,"
she said

I looked at her.
"You kidding?"

And then she shook her head.
"No, look, this poem
really has no rhymes
at all
You sure it's the right file?"

"Let me see."

She handed me her phone
and I looked at the text
on the screen, smirked, turned off
the phone and kissed her

"You are truly the cutest," I said. "But,
you see, not all poems
must have rhymes."

"Sure they do. Then why d' you write
them? And why should the
world bother to read them?"

"Good question. Maybe I'll find
out one day..."